You know what? I’m not even going to say I like this because it’s more a fascination that there are adults out there listening to what sounds like music composed for toy piano/organ with an adult singing in a childlike voice.
There I said it.
So why can’t I just move on? Is this just a low-level self-harm? Is it masochism?
Hell, I don’t know. I’m in a weird place.
A very strange place.
I don’t like it one bit. The place,that is. I’m not going to speak for the music.